A Mirror in the Snow 31 Jul 2025 1 min read poetry Forest gave no answer— branches bowing under last night’s weight,
Rock should Rest 14 Jul 2025 2 min read poetry They said cage, but they meant iron, and they said iron, but they meant hold—meant grip, meant proved control.
Panic Diaries 06 Jul 2025 12 min read newsletter I had a pretty bad panic attack on Friday, June 27th.
Seven Flowers That Can’t Survive in This Soil 23 Jun 2025 1 min read poetry everything is out / of season
Sols 13 Jun 2025 3 min read worldbuilding This is a mosaic of those who became lodestars through the persistent act of being remembered. “Raggedly I am your threadbare rest / dark night, Cool Breeze, lower the curtain”